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Sodapop's POV
Darry sneezed loudly and blew his nose into the nearby tissues I set out. He was starting to get get steadily sicker. I told him that he needed to go to bed, and after about a ten minute argument he stomped off to his room in a mad huff.
I guess Darry's sneezing fit woke up Ponyboy because he stumbled into the living room, using the wall for support looking half-asleep and feverish. He curled up on the couch, his eyes unfocused and exhausted looking.
"Hey, Ponyboy," I greeted gently. I was happy that I wasn't alone because this house was getting lonely and boring without anybody awake. He sneezed thickly and replied with a stuffy and weak "hey".
"You feeling any better?" I asked doubtfully. He surprised me with his answer.
"No," he moaned, his voice barely a hoarse whisper. He must have felt just awful to actually admit that he wasn't feeling well because usually he would lie about his condition.
"Where's Darry?" He croaked, jolting me out of my thoughts. I sighed softly while stroking his auburn hair.
"He's in bed, not feeling well," I told him, hoping that he wouldn't think he was the reason that Darry was getting sicker again.
"Did he go on his own will?" He asked.
"No." I told him with a small snort. No way would Darry go to bed on his own without a fight.
"Oh," He mumbled, realization dawning on him. He started to cough and it sounded really painful. The coughs shook his small body and he winced slightly, grabbing his head in a way that suggested that all the coughing and staying awake during the conversation was giving him a headache.
"You can go to sleep if you want," I told him. He looked like he wanted to say something, but I moved his head into my lap and he soon gave up the fight against his heavy eyelids.
Once he was deep enough asleep I gently pushed his head off my lap and checked on Darry. He was just sitting in bed, arms crossed, glaring at the wall. I tried to not laugh and instead tried to look threatening and angry.
"Darrel Shayne! Why aren't you asleep?" I yelled. He winced at the raise in my voice.
"I don't wanna," he told me, acting like a child. I told him that too. He gave in and laid down with an eye roll, saying he wasn't tired, but within a few minutes his breathing was even and worry lines were softened out of his face, which told me he was asleep. I smiled softly, my mission accomplished and went back out into the living room to stay with Ponyboy.
Darry's POV
I felt awful, but Soda shouldn't be taking care of Ponyboy, I was the one that caused to get sick in the first place.
Soda looked really worried about me so I just sat in bed instead of sleeping in protest. I heard him and Pony talking softly and my eyelids started to feel heavy, but I made sure to stay awake.
Soda came in and yelled at me for still being awake. I was turning him into myself, I thought, yelling when worried. To appease him I laid down, but my eyelids felt too heavy and I quickly fell asleep.
A/N: We've seen Darry mother hen, we've seen Pony mother hen, and now we see Soda mother hen. Should I keep going or wrap it up?